and this is what happens when you claim to be the Tung

Poor kid didn't know...

And let that be a warning to you all!

What who where, why.... how?

“When I am alone in my room* sometimes I look at the wall, and in the back of my mind I hear my conscious call….”

And hear it saying… why are you a follower of your own blog??? And why do you click like on your own status messages on facebook???

Only nincompoops** follow this blog...



* yes my apartment is a room.
** My first fav word, about age 7 I think (thank you Peter Sellers/inspector cluseau)
*** On that note I used to respect but now despise you Steve Martin!!!!!!!!!

Welcome

hmm

First of all… I would like to re-introduce* you to my new (old) blog***...

Which is poised to be the most fascinating, grammatically challenged, exhilarating, mildly intoxicating and undeniably most awesomely awesome, badass ridiculously captivating waste of space on the net.

No but really on a more serious note… calling it merely a waste of space on the net, would be uncharacteristically undermining the undulating uber uniform unity of the ubiquitous ultra uncompromising universal unity of the undiluted underground unashamedly usurping united universally urban urgent way of saying it is a stupendously stupefyingly stunning saturated source of well… saying I am bored!

Now I just need to find something to blog about.




* I am still African, so the blog really starts a few posts in**..
** much like how if you are expecting me to meet up w u at 11, u better say 10 so that I am only going to be 15 minutes late!
*** I seem to have moved on from all that sob sob ex gf stuff (and unpublished those entries)